He comes and goes at will,
as he has an independent streak –
that won’t be enmeshed
in the ball of wool you throw at him,
in red and yellow colours
of love and concern –
even if it’s the biggest bowl of milk
or butter for that matter,
to woo his whims;
leave alone – your ability
to ground or ever possess him
and keep him as your pet.
I’ve named him – Dude,
as he’s got style and attitude,
also a flurry tail he’ll swish to curl
and with a flourish unfurl –
like it were a feather on his crown
that sets him distinctly apart
from the common feline breeds,
with his wide beckoning green eyes
that pull at your heartstrings:
And a bundle of antics – as he rolls
at your feet, rug, or in your bedroom –
licking himself clean off the muck,
his soft fluffy coat must surely pick up,
as he goes on neighborhood strolls –
to assert his independent free will,
at times not to be seen for a week.
He will then slyly creep back in –
when you’ve given up ever seeing him,
slithering up on your heart that’s mourning
when you drive back home one evening:
To tug at your dormant feelings
with his soft and guilty purring,
that you cannot ignore his histrionics;
so you will take him back into your heart
that’s still open and waiting to get entangled
over again – in his playfully sweet nothings,
just like you might have allowed
the many dandies you knew growing up –
to play with your love and girlish instincts –
that had not learned to ward off
those who play to test their desirability,
by repeatedly hurting others feelings –
brandishing a fake power and masculinity
they’re far from depicting with sincerity.
PS: Just scribbled this straight on my phone, after seeing Dude (in the photos) – our stray pet cat, who I thought was never coming back this time…I was relieved and happy to see him safe and sound, but after a few moments – decided to distance myself, though he looked guilty.
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